Last Memorable Moment in Paris: The Eiffel Tower at Night

 

It was twilight. We were cozy in our apartment after spending our last day in Paris visiting Sacre Coeur. As I began packing our bags, a feeling nagged at me, as if we forgot to do something, but I couldn’t figure out what. Then it hit me – we never saw the Eiffel Tower twinkle at night (insert gasp of horror).

Me: “Kids! We never saw the Eiffel Tower at night! Did you know it twinkles?  Let’s go!”

Everyone Else: “Huh?”

Me: “Who wants to come with me to watch the Eiffel Tower TWINKLE? The tower lights up with golden lights, and then they SPARKLE!”

(I did my best jazz hands believing this would symbolize twinkling light, then waited for the thunderous stampede of little feet to the door.)

Ada whined that she didn’t want to go, and Aaron happily agreed to stay with her at the apartment. But Ethan and Chase did jump to their feet – they’re always ready for adventure. (That’s my boys!)

We walked through the  First Arrondisment to the Tuileries Gardens. The boys  ran in wild circles, yelling to one another, narrowly avoiding romantic couples and tourists. The Tower was lit it up. The wind was brisk. It was magical.

Eiffel Tower at Night

Then the tower SPARKLED.

 

I gasped.  Ethan stopped mid-stride, let out: aww-hahahahah-hohoh, turned to me, and YELLED:

MAAAAM!

DID. YOU. KNOW. IT. DID. THAT?

DID YOU KNOW I-FFLE TAOWARS  BLINK LIKE THAT?

MOST DON’T. BUT THIS ONE DOES!

WE HAVE TO TELL ADA AND DAD.

 

Everyone within earshot stopped walking, and giggled to one another  while listening to two exuberant four-year-old boys delight in the magic of the twinkling Eiffel Tower.

Best part for them – they  saw the Eiffel Tower at night, and their older sister did not. It was our last real moment in Paris.  And it was perfect.